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Post by Jeraurd Deveraux on Aug 1, 2010 22:33:16 GMT -5
"Because." Jer started, pushing her down before him and climbing onto her, pinning her down. "maybe I don't wanna." He said, bending over her and kissing her deeply, pulling her hands up over her head. "Or maybe I just don't want you telling me what to do."
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Post by Charlotte Ryker on Aug 2, 2010 15:21:28 GMT -5
"Interesting," Charlotte mused with a slight grin as she pulled away from the kiss for a split second. She locked eyes with him, raising her eyebrows as she undid the last button on her shirt. She rolled over, still underneath Jer and staring up at him. She grabbed his shirt, pulling him down on pressing her lips against his.
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Post by Jeraurd Deveraux on Aug 2, 2010 15:49:33 GMT -5
"Hmm. Very." He mumbled, his eyes dropping to her chest as she pulled him down to her. Multitasking, he kissed her, then slid her shirt off her arms. "You're gorgeous ya know."
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Post by Charlotte Ryker on Aug 4, 2010 1:34:07 GMT -5
"That's what they all say," Charlotte murmured quietly, the slightly devioius grin still plastered on her face. Her eyes looked a little bit dazed as she played with the ends of his shirt, beginning to pull it over his head. She tilted her head to give Jer better access to her neck, flinging his t-shirt on the floor as she did. She wrapped her legs around him, raising her eyebrows at him expectantly.
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Post by Jeraurd Deveraux on Aug 4, 2010 1:44:45 GMT -5
Jer grinned at her words, about to say something but was cut off as she pulled his shirt over his head. "Hey, no stripping me." He murmured. "You're the one I want stripping." He added, placing his hand on her thigh that was hiked up at his waist. He leaned over her, pressing his lips to hers fiercly, and nipping at her lower lip.
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Post by Charlotte Ryker on Aug 4, 2010 2:17:09 GMT -5
Charlotte giggled, her hand on his, the one that was on her thigh. She pushed it up slightly higher, her lips pressed against his as she did. "I see how it is," she murmured, her words muffled by the kiss. She slid out from under Jer, kneeling in front of him and tangling the fingers of one hand in his hair. She wrapped her leg around his waist, trailing her other hand along the skin on her thigh. "And I'm perfectly okay with that," she breathed.
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Post by Jeraurd Deveraux on Aug 4, 2010 2:22:16 GMT -5
Jer closed his eyes for a second, taking in a deep breath before looking back at her. Putting his hands on her waist he pulled her forward sharply, their hips impacting in a way that made him grunt. "Mon petit diable." He breathed, dipping his head to rest his forehead on her chest as she tangled her hand in his hair.
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Post by Charlotte Ryker on Aug 4, 2010 2:30:31 GMT -5
Charlotte tapped his chin, lifting it so that her head was level with Jer's. She pressed her forehead against his own, closing the gap between their lips for a second before pulling away and murmuring, "I don't know what you just said, but I like it." You would've figured that being with him for so long, she would have learned at least basic amount of French. "Now, about that stripping thing you mentioned..." she began quietly, pushing him down and staring at him, her eyes looking slightly fierce. "I say you get on with that, or else I'm gonna start getting bored."
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Post by Jeraurd Deveraux on Aug 4, 2010 2:36:46 GMT -5
Jer chuckled. "My little Devil." He repeated, staring up at her from his back. He raised an eyebrow at her, but reached down, gripping her hips and slidding him up his legs so she was straddling his stomach. His fingers undid the button on her jeans and the zipper as he gingerly kissed her stomach, then slid his hands around to grip the back of her thighs as he flipped them both over; so he was leaning over her. He tugged on the jeans until they came off and dropped them onto the floor with his shirt.
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Post by Charlotte Ryker on Aug 4, 2010 2:53:24 GMT -5
Her hand resting gently on his cheek, she let out a quiet laugh in between kisses. "That's me," she whispered with a smirk, glancing for a moment at her jeans and shirt on the floor before turning back to Jeraurd. She let out a breath as he turned her over. "Shouldn't devils be punished?" she questioned him softly, working her lips with his as she played with the belt loop on his jeans.
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Post by Jeraurd Deveraux on Aug 4, 2010 2:56:02 GMT -5
Jeraurd hesitated, if only for a second, but it was there. "I think I've punished you enough." He said honestly and quietly, pressing his lips harder against hers to try and keep her from saying more on the subject. He'd stayed away from her for days trying to prove his point, was cruel and a devil himself. Now he wanted to make her as happy as possible.
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Post by Charlotte Ryker on Aug 4, 2010 2:59:58 GMT -5
Charlotte frowned, pulling away from him and shaking her head. "Forget about it," she murmured, slipping out from under him and sliding over to the other side of the bed. Her hand was still on Jer as she lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling with exhuasted eyes.
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Post by Jeraurd Deveraux on Aug 4, 2010 3:05:06 GMT -5
Jer watched as she slipped away from him, feeling as though this wasn't the first time. He waited a moment, then moved beside her, pulling her sheets up over her legs and laying his arm across her stomach as he watched her, guilt rising in the back of his mind.
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Post by Charlotte Ryker on Aug 4, 2010 3:09:38 GMT -5
Charlotte stiffened as his hand reached her stomach. She shivered, turning her head to face him. She stared at him for a long while, scanning his face for any sign of... well, any emotion at all. After a moment, she pressed her lips together in a small smirk, draping herself over him again and murmuring, "You didn't think I was done, did you?" she asked him with a chuckle, pushing him down on the bed as she wrapped her legs around him.
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Post by Jeraurd Deveraux on Aug 4, 2010 3:14:12 GMT -5
Letting out a sigh of relief Jer closed his eyes. "God, Char. I thought I'd pissed you off." He mumbled, reaching up and brushing her hair behind her ear. Placing his free hand on her leg that was once again straddling him he looked up at her. Trying to determine if she'd been temporarily upset or had just been screwing with him: and not in the good way.
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